Reviewing and Reading books that were free or are free. You see, I finally caved and bought an eReader. Now I find I can't stop reading all the free books offered on the online market. Despite whether or not the book is a good read or not. In this blog I will weed through all books, whether it was amazing or a grammatically sad excuse for a book, because the point in the end is . . . HEY, IT WAS FREE!

So you’d never suspect I spend my nights photographing my impressive junk for a NSFW blog. Don’t roll your eyes. I’m not bragging. I have millions of followers who’ll tell you they live for my posts.

I’m like a superhero, saving humanity one dick pic at a time.

Except leading a double life means I need someone to help me protect my anonymity, so that no one, especially my family, ever discovers my online celebrity.

When I call one of the most respected law firms in town, I expect quality legal advice and confidentiality. Not a sinfully sexy attorney whose dangerous curves and soul-piercing gray eyes make me want to personally demonstrate my particular skill set.

I shouldn’t be tempted.

Especially when she knows all of my best-kept secrets. But everyone has a breaking point. And I’ve met mine.

Lex writes contemporary romance, the sexy kind with lotsa angst, a whole lotta kissing, and the hot happily ever afters. When she's not writing, she lives a parallel life as an English teacher.

She loves printing black and white photos, listening to music on vinyl, and getting lost in a great book. Bitten by wanderlust, she's lived all over the country but currently resides in the City of Angels with her husband and twin daughters.

Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance, Little Dude, and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small children. Leslie always encourages her kids to be themselves - even if it means letting her daughter wear leopard print from head to toe. An avid reader from a young age, she will always trade watching TV for reading a book, unless it's Top Gear. Or football. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men you fantasize about. She's unapologetically sarcastic and notoriously terrible at comma placement.

Always up for a laugh, Leslie tries to see humor in all things. When she's not in the writing cave you'll find her fangirling over Beck, camping with her family, or mixing up oil paints to depict her love of outdoors on canvas.

Kidnapped and held hostage in the Rockies, a teenage heiress falls for her abductor while her corrupt father and devoted bodyguard fight to get her back. The discovery of true love and dark family secrets turns deadly in this epic coming of age adventure. Kaya Lowen dreams of living like a normal eighteen-year old, but being heiress to a billion-dollar company has put her life in constant danger. Fiercely guarded by her powerful and corrupt father, she develops close bonds with those who protect her, especially Oliver – a bodyguard who has proven his devotion to her time and again. He wins her heart – until a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger has her questioning everything she believes in. Haunted by true love and reeling from a guilty conscience, Kaya’s world unravels when she’s kidnapped.
Held captive in a rugged wilderness fraught with raging storms, mystical caves and deadly predators, Kaya’s father scours the forest and her bodyguard fights to get her back. But, the discovery of a dark family secret makes Kaya wonder if staying in the arms of her blue-eyed abductor—a captivating stranger with dark secrets of his own – is a safer place to be. At least, that’s what her heart is telling her, her head is saying run… An epic adventure centered on a smoldering love-triangle, Serenade sings a timeless tale of courage, self-discovery, and life-or-death love that will leave you breathless.

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This was it, now or never.

I gathered every single ounce of energy I had and steadied my mind to ignore the pain in my foot and the dizziness in my head. Then, with everything I had, I turned and bolted toward the dense forest. The darkness instantly enveloped me. I could see well enough not to run into tree trunks, but branches caught me at every turn. My head felt as if it was spinning like a top, but I forced my legs to keep going. I could hear the men’s voices yelling at each other in an organized manner.

I tripped and found myself on all fours. Get up, girl. There’s nothing wrong with you—get up…

I made it a few more steps before my head connected with a blue spruce, and then I collapsed in a pathetic heap. My arms were so wobbly I could barely wipe at the gash across my forehead. My body was completely failing me. I prayed to God that the dog would just snap my neck and get it over with quickly…

Human footsteps approached. I gulped in some air and tried to push myself up, but the world tipped on its side and I fell with it. Within moments, large hands had my wrists pinned to the ground. I struggled and fought with everything I had left, which wasn’t much.

“Stop fighting,” he said.

His voice created such confusion inside me. I kicked harder.

“Stop… please,” he begged.

His body pinned mine to the ground. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

“Please, Kaya, trust me. I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise.” He leaned forward and pressed his sleeve to my bleeding forehead, dabbing and inspecting it closely while I had no choice but to gaze up him. How could this beautiful man be a kidnapper? It just didn’t fit.

“It’s just a scratch; no stitches required,” he said, voice trailing off as his eyes met mine.

We stayed like that for a while: me on the ground, him kneeling over me, and our line of sight only on each other—until an unmistakable sound broke through the tree tops.

“They’ll find me,” I said softly, wondering if Oliver was in the helicopter circling over our heads.

He positioned his arms under my body, and, in one graceful motion, he picked me up and into his arms. “Just don’t run. Promise me that, please. I’ll keep you safe. You have my word. Okay?”

He held me tightly—protectively—waiting eagerly for my reply with turmoil in his blue eyes. My whole body hurt, and admittedly, I couldn’t have walked another inch. The wolves or that beast would have got to me long before Oliver would have. I was at my kidnapper’s mercy, laying helplessly in his arms and falling harder for him by the second.

“I promise,” I said.

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Heather McKenzie is a Canadian author and Serenade is her first novel. A professional singer/songwriter with five albums to date, she has been telling stories through music for years and pulls from her extraordinary experiences as a musician to fuel her passion for creating Young Adult fiction. A rocker at heart, a mom of three, an aspiring painter, and a lover of animals, she is kept grounded by her husband at their home in Edmonton.

The fantastical machine transports people into their favorite novels or movies, for a day.

It allows them to live as their beloved characters did, savoring the slow kisses, frightening vampires, or magic as if it were real.

Letting them forget their worries and get lost in a world of fiction.

But that wasn’t why it was created.
The dark purpose of it lies within Dr.Hartley herself.

A secret, a flaw in the machine.

One that she keeps hidden away.

For some people, your greatest fantasies are also your worst nightmares.

And the line between them is finer than we think.

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My Rating:

My Thoughts:Seeking Heaven But Creating Hell

Tara Brown has done it again! This brilliant author has crafted a novel that is Jane Austen meets The Matrix and Inception. This story illustrates how love can be complicated but loss adds a new level making anyone search for a cure to their heartbreak.

In the year 2024, neuroengineer Dr. Emma Hartley’s has created a dream machine to allow people to live in their favorite books. Lucid Fantasies is Emma's company where she lives vicariously through her clients delight in using her machine, to escape their mundane lives and enter a world of blissful fiction. But when a client shows signs of addiction to the machine and it's escape of reality, Emma begins to question if what she created is as safe as she once believed. Looking for a flaw in the machine may prove her undoing as Emma begins to find herself questioning what is the difference between reality and fantasy.

Overall, brilliant-maddening and thought provoking read, if you've read Tara Brown novels you know this can be an accurate contradiction. The main character is a tragic hero, and yet the villain of her own making. Emma's own brilliance becomes her downfall with her trying to right wrongs and find that happiness she lost, when something new just needed to be found. My absolute favorite line from Emma was "My cheating and sneaking into heaven to retrieve my heart, ended up sending me to hell. And the reward for surviving hell was the light that had brought my heart back to life." Absolute loss can bring about absolution and a new start, and it only took Emma a whole 3 million renovation to figure out her new life. Now besides the emotional depth in this novel I must say I loved the concept of walking into your favorite novels and living amidst the story. I'd pick an Austen novel or Bronte sister book maybe even a Dickens classic. Either way probably a good thing Emma's machine doesn't exist or there'd go my savings in a few days. So if you're a fan of fiction and understanding grief makes us reach for anything to make us feel that love again then you'll be interested in Emma's journey of discovery.

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Chapter 2:

Manhattan, New York, 2025

Lana’s eyes lingered too long on the poster, before she finally spoke, “I’m ready, Emma.” She lay back in the chair, relaxing. It was the same as always for her, the mayor’s wife, Lana Delacroix. She never changed up her story. She came daily some weeks and always stayed as long as she could. The service had become something I had to book for the wee hours of the morning or after everyone had left, so I could fit in other clients.

Every time she arrived she seemed happy and paid her money, which essentially was all I asked of anyone. But no one came nearly as often as she did.

She had started a year ago, telling me she was obsessed with Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell and needed to feel the book come to life the way it did when she read it. I told myself she was simply lost in the gowns and glamour of life before the Civil War. I told myself she hated her marriage and enjoyed living a dream.

Maybe I lied to myself a little.

Lana slipped her hands into the gloves that monitored her vitals as the forearm clamps clicked into place.

The microbiosensors, glowing pale blue and pulsating softly in the syringe, were pushed into her arm under the clamp when I pressed the start. I placed the mask over her eyes, putting her into a state of light deprivation. It helped with the dream.

The microbiosensor computers resembled a dot, or a tiny cluster of explorers under the skin, flashlights all pointing in the same direction. The moment my fingers touched the screen, starting the Gone with the Wind program, the nanobots deployed. The glowing small blue dot under her skin was gone.

They hurried to attach to the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex of her brain, hijacking the area, creating the world from within.

When we sleep and dream, our bodies go "offline” for lack of a better word. The primary motor cortex and primary somatosensory cortex are disconnected, so to speak. Since all dreams come from within us, my nanocomputers hooked into the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex with the story already programmed. The whole system was linked to a virtual world, based entirely upon a novel. There had to be a base of control. Early on, I discovered when people were put into a dream, completely in their control, it usually involved nightmares.

We were slaves to our own fears.

No, the journey required a controlled environment where patients were placed into a world they knew and were comfortable with. They were limited to a select group of options, centered on the base story within their chosen novel.

My research had its humble beginnings as deep-brain stimulation for patients with severe disabilities and disorders. Being a romantic and a widow trapped together in the same body, clashing and fighting each other’s desires, prompted me to find a use for my life’s work. Neuroengineering had so many opportunities as far as careers went. However, watching Lana’s face when she entered the world created by a beloved author made them all seem so bland.

My system still improved the lives of the disabled and diseased, but in a whole new way. It not only gave them their families, but also the option to leave all that behind and enter a made-up world from the books or movies they loved.

Inside a work of fiction was a type of beauty we didn't have in the real world. It was mixed in a balanced way with chaos and romance. It was planned to be perfect. A precise amount of pain, pleasure, beauty, and horror. It was specifically what you desired, and that escape was in a controlled environment. Real life was nothing, compared to the possibilities I had brought to light with the technology.

If all you truly wanted in the world was to storm the beaches of Normandy or kiss Mr. Darcy, you could. The book set the parameters, but your actions allowed changes within the novel. I had set it up as a Choose Your Own Adventure, using the same concept as the children’s series I had found in my grandmother’s cellar when I was a girl, but I kept the possibilities for change limited. Back then, I had loved the idea of choosing my own possibility and outcome. Sometimes I died. Sometimes I lived. Sometimes I won. Sometimes I lost. But no matter what, when I opened the book the real world was gone.

As an adult, I saw the need to limit personalization, to avoid confusing reality with fiction.

All of life’s mundaneness and boredom was replaced by excitement and possibility.

In the worlds created by authors there was hope.

But in the end, it was fiction. A true escape. No repercussions or costs.

In a story, nothing was like the real world where the pain was forever and getting past something was impossible. Your wounds might eventually hurt less, but they would never leave you. They would kill you slowly, a type of disrepair never to be righted. The journey in a novel was the opposite: over the minute you opened your eyes or closed the cover.

I sat back in the recliner, closing my eyes and letting my brain wander, and as always, my thoughts turned to him. In my heart of hearts, I wished someone would write the story of our love, and I could live there forever. A story that ended differently than ours had. A story that included the thousand things we had planned for and not the one thing we hadn’t.

If I were any kind of writer I might have done it.

Being a scientist, this was the closest I could get to a happy ending.

But it would never be my happy ending, not my real one.

No.

I never entered the machine.

When I started the original testing of the idea, I discovered that people with my level of loss should never enter a world where they could rekindle their lost love. My one test subject, whose children had been killed in an accident, went mad, obsessed with being inside the machine again and again and again. She lost her zest for life. She lost her desire to be in reality. She became depressed when in the real world. I knew, from the moment I turned her away for the last time, I could never enter the machine.

No, my happy ending was helping people like Lana who were lucky to have only normal amounts of boredom in their lives.

Her worst problem was her loveless marriage to her asshole husband, the mayor of New York City, Marshall Delacroix, jackass extraordinaire and not a fan of my shop, Lucid Fantasies.

Not a fan of me in general.

His wife had been a client for a year, and he had tried to stop her from coming for the last four months.

Lana was a nice woman who deserved better than someone like Marshall. She deserved a marriage like mine.

Friday, April 7, 2017

The only thing drawn to her more than danger is him…Danger isn’t Zoey’s middle name. But it is something she can’t forget, something she’s reminded of every time she looks in the mirror. For those reasons, Zoey has become an expert at creating the perfect illusion. Her ability to fool the eye, to create truth where there was previously none makes her the best in the business.Working as a makeup and special effects artist for Hollywood combines her two life must-haves: her passion for makeup and hiding in plain sight. It also doesn’t hurt that she’s safe within the heavily secured and secret studio sets, away from the public eye.Then her perfect job becomes her perfect nightmare.Not only does her illusion slip with the blast of icy water, but it does so in front of the country’s biggest action hero and the gossipiest of celebrity TV shows.At first, Zoey thinks danger hasn’t caught up to her and the worst thing about her mishap is the world’s most perfect man sees her in all her not-so-perfect glory.Until a series of unexplained “accidents” begins on set.That’s when Zoey knows.Danger has caught up to her… and this time she fears death has, too.

Ever since the SDCT—the Scientific Department for Cancer Treatment—made a scientific breakthrough, creating a cure for cancer and therefore saving billions of lives from the cruel disease over the last few decades, the world seems to be a better place.

But the Cure came with a side effect.

The Recipients need to consume human blood along with it, and as Jordan has the rarest blood type, she needs to donate every week. To keep a tight legal structure between Recipients and the rest of the population, the FDR—Federal Division for Recipients—was created, making her job as Sergeant at the NYPD hell on earth.

The real trouble, though, begins the day she becomes burdened with a case that will force her to extend the law to its limits. Worse still—the new Lieutenant, Aiden Davis, has set an eye on Jordan, and it doesn’t help that he is an unrelenting, too-hot-to-be-allowed ex-marine and more intense than she can bear. But her past makes it impossible to get involved with anyone without resurfacing memories of the one fateful night she desperately wants to forget.

And when the one man she’d never wanted to lay eyes upon again—the man who had inflicted pain on her worse than anyone could ever imagine, the man who had drained her until there was nothing left—shows up once again, her growing attraction toward the new Lieutenant seems to be the least of her problems…

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My Rating:

My Thoughts:There's ALWAYS a price for the Cure.

This story was not what I imagined after first reading the book blurb. However, it was definitely worth the night of sleep lost, because I just had to finish it asap! The female heroine is strong despite her past and grows stronger with the aid of a loving man.

Set in the year 2078, the world is finally free of Cancer thanks to Cure. There is a price for taking the Cure, those who are recipients must drink blood human from donors. The FDR – Federal Division for Recipients – was created to supply recipients with the Cure and have the rest of the populace donate blood regularly. Sergeant Jordan Lively, is made weekly donor due to her blood type being AB negative the rarest type. For Jordan the FDR is nothing but a drain on her life and job, all she wants to do is make sure the evil and scum out in the world is put behind bars where they belong. Jordan's specializes in Rape and murder cases choosing to work alone. Her past is what motivates her drive for the victims, but when Jordan's finds herself in trouble the new Lieutenant, Aiden Davis, may be the person to help her heal and fight her worst nightmare.

Overall, great new futuristic story! The concept for this novel felt like Soylent Green meets iRobot. Thinking of a world without cancer would be absolutely amazing. So on a darker note having a Cure that turns out to be a semi-villain for this novel, was a great twist. Even the whole donor and recipient thing was intriguing, especially for me since as a person with a rare blood type I would sooo not enjoy this world. Now one of my favorite features of this book was how the author approached Jordan's venture into dating Aiden. Jordan was a victim of a brutal assault (as seen in the graphic prologue) and for her to ease into having any sort of a relationship was wonderful to see, because I've read one to many books where the girl meets a guy and just hops right into bed like it's easy and in reality it takes time and trust. I also just really liked the male lead, Aiden, and his easy presence in Jordan's life, wish I had someone who just supported me so easily with my craziness. So if you're ready for a future world where the world is a balance of donors, recipients, cops, and mystery, than this story will intrigue you.

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I took a gulp of air bracing myself for what was about to come. Sheryl knocked on the door, and I ran my hands over my dress in an attempt to smooth out the fabric. My need for food nearly made me sick. I hoped my stomach stayed quiet.

Patrick and Davis lifted their heads simultaneously as we entered.

“Patrick,” Sheryl greeted him. Her voice changed to a sweeter tone as she addressed the newcomer. “Lieutenant Davis.”

I stood next to Sheryl but deliberately stopped a foot behind her. Davis looked at Sheryl, but to my surprise, his gaze never went lower than her face despite the amazing view she provided at chest height. He gave her a short nod in greeting, neither overly friendly nor unfriendly. I bit my lower lip. He didn’t seem like a social kind of guy. Was that a good thing or not?

Davis raised his eyebrows appearing surprised that Patrick was referring to two women, and it was only then that his gaze finally fell upon me.

His eyes zoomed in on my face, his stare penetrating me. I automatically held my breath. Then, he raked my body head to toe with one quick but thorough glance. Fast. So fast, I nearly missed it.

My heart did a crazy little jump. Was he checking me out? Why would he do that when a sexy goddess like Sheryl was standing next to me? I suddenly felt very naked, as though he’d just stripped me down to nothing but my underwear with his intense, unwavering stare.

Davis elegantly rose from his chair. He was so intimidating—respect and power pouring from him in waves—I had the urge to avert my eyes, but they appeared to be glued to his. My headache from before was suddenly forgotten.

He stepped around the desk closing the distance between us in a few strides. He towered over me when he stood that close—claiming my comfort zone—his strong neck at my eye level. I bit back the urge to step back. Or was it an impulse to step forward? Confusing.

“Sergeant Jordan Lively,” Patrick introduced me, oblivious to the wordless conversation that the Lieutenant and I were having, although I wasn’t sure what exactly our silent exchange meant. Standing that close, I could make out the color of his eyes that continued to bore into me—deep blue with shades of turquoise that reminded me of the sea’s hue. I remembered seeing that color printed on the old postcards of a tropical island paradise that had been swallowed by a tsunami decades ago. I think it had been called ‘Hawaii’ or something exotic like that.

Simply stunning. Beautiful, drown-worthy, and unique.

His eyes flitted back and forth between mine until stopping to rest on a particular spot. I could read the question on his face. Everyone asked the same question when they met me the first time: Why was there a misshaped little speck of gray next to my left pupil whereas the rest of the eye was a regular green like the right one? I usually gave my standard excuse: Genetic. No one knew the real truth besides me.

As if on cue, Davis’ gaze landed on my scarf most likely wondering why I was even wearing one. Understandable. It was far too hot in here. I was probably the only person in this part of the country who even owned scarves.

“A pleasure to meet you.”

His voice skimmed my senses, an underlying timbre I couldn’t quite decipher swinging with it. The way the word ‘pleasure’ left his mouth sent funny vibrations through my belly. It took me a second to realize that he’d extended his hand to shake mine. I grasped his hand, and I swear I felt a thumb softly caress my skin before he pulled away.

“It’s an honor,” I managed to say before lifting my chin a little higher. I didn’t want him to think he’d intimidated me. He stepped sideways to greet Sheryl long before his slicing gaze left mine.

“And Detective Sheryl Frayman,” Patrick informed.

“Welcome, Lieutenant Davis,” Sheryl greeted him with a strong voice emanating way more confidence.

“Thanks. Nice to meet you.”

Polite. Nothing more. Was I imagining it? I threw a sideways glance at Sheryl expecting to find disappointment on her face, but instead, she smiled after Davis’ eyes found mine again.

My heart rate increased pounding through my eardrums. Damn, it was stifling in here. The air conditioning must have conked out again.

“What are you specialized in?” Davis asked, perching on the office desk and crossing his ankles. Sheryl folded her hands in front of her but didn’t answer. Davis looked at me expectantly. Apparently, the question was meant for me.

“Murder and rape,” I answered. No point in sugar-coating that. I swear I saw his nostrils flare a tiny bit. Yeah. The question wasn’t exactly one people used to reply with ‘Really? What a great thing to do!’

“Why?” he asked. That was a question I couldn’t possibly answer honestly. It would be a, let’s say, extremely heavy topic to discuss during an initial meeting.

“Because it’s so much fun,” I blurted sarcastically, quirking an eyebrow. I regretted my words as soon as they were out of my mouth. What had gotten into me? Must have been the low blood sugar. Sheryl’s head shot in my direction, and I could feel her what-the-fuck-are-you-doing glare on me. I glared back, shrugging. What was an appropriate answer here?

“Jordan!” Patrick exclaimed in shock, but Davis didn’t seem to bother. His expression hadn’t changed in the slightest still deeply lost in analyzing me. His stare made the air around me even more stifling.

He smacked his lips, the movement attracting my attention. I imagined tracing a finger over them which was silly, really. “You’re one of the best in what you’re doing. That only comes with a proper amount of devotion,” he stated, continuing to study me carefully.

We were getting into dangerous terrain. I needed a way out, so I prompted, “You mean the satisfaction I feel when I finally put the bastard behind bars?” In all honesty, I felt immense satisfaction when I took one of them down during an exchange of fire. It was exhilarating, giving me the feeling I’d done the world something good. However, that wouldn’t be the appropriate thing to say if I wanted to stay professional. I always tried to hide my dark side as best as I could.

“Sergeant Lively apprehended over thirty criminals on her own last year,” Patrick threw in, doing his best to cast a positive light on me. “She tends to work alone.”

Davis nodded in acknowledgment, though he seemed distracted. I transferred my weight to my other foot. God, my heels were killing me. And you couldn’t even open a window when you were stuck on the hundredth-something floor!

Elodie lives in the outskirts of Vienna, Austria, with her longtime boyfriend. She is not a native English speaker, but that doesn’t keep her from putting her fantasies on paper in that beautiful language. Never trained as a professional writer, she started writing as a hobby, which quickly grew into an obsession.

Elodie has an unhealthy addiction to chocolate cookies – which is why she forces herself to go to the gym twice a week – has a weakness for electronic music, and in her spare time she can be found exploring movie databases for the latest DVD releases.

Additionally, she’s busy with reading and writing and gets easily lost in Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and Erotica. In her own works, she likes to create rich dystopian stories which consist of bold heroines, sexy guys, and hot romances.

Her biggest idol is the British author, Stephanie Hudson, author of the epic saga “Afterlife”. Elodie secretly hopes to get the chance to meet with Stephanie one day, and talk to her about how she created the greatest story ever written.

The only thing she hates about writing is that she loses all the precious time she could spend reading the hundreds of books that are still on her to-read list.

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*Beyond unbearable couldn't even finish the book and I always aim to finish all books. Will be deleting it from my library, not worth being on the market.

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*Do not get this book, author needs to keep their day job. Would regret this purchase if I had paid for it. Thanking God it was free, but realizing why it was free.

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*Book needs help, there could be something but way too much needs fixing. Definitely happy I got it for free would have asked for refund if I had bought it.

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*Storyline or concept is worth while, but author needs plot guidance and spellcheck. Might rent if bored but would not buy if given the option.

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*Simple read not wowed by the story, but not complaining too much. Most likely to rent or wait till free before buying, because there may be too many issue with grammar and perspective or plot and character development to give it a higher rating.

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*Good read but Plot needs something more or it has one too many literature issues. Might buy the book and will recommend, but may not need to re-read it.

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*Amazing absolutely great book worth buying with no regrets! If it's a series will buy up all the books too. Definitely the apex of all books with great plot, characters, and message.

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"Tour Blitz Posts" (occasionally posted throughout the month on various days) - features Book Blitz and Book Tours with Reviews or Excerpts.

"Miscellaneous Monday" (posted on the 3rd Monday of the month) - features any books which don't fit any specific genre or is in an under popularized genre.

"Y.A or N.A. Tuesdays"(posted on the 4th Tuesday of the month) - will feature any books associated in those Young Adult or New Adult genres.

"Wednesday Wondering & Wanderings"(posted on the 1st Wednesday of the month) - will be about a trip or event I went on that week or just about something brought to remembrance from an occasion during the week. Could be book associated, or not.

"Romance Thursdays"(posted on the 2nd Thursday of the month) - covers Chick lit and Rom-Coms, anything in those genres that aren't labeled anything more specific.

"Friday Favs"(posted on the 4th Friday of the month) - features books I bought that are currently trending or are my personal favorite free read finds that I've read years ago and have followed the series or author since then.

"Classic Literature Review"(posted on the 1st Saturday of the month) - reviewing classic literature novels from authors of past century till present. Basically any books that are listed for the AP Lit. exam from high school.

"Spotlight Saturdays"(posted on the 3rd Saturday of the month) - highlighting authors, book series, with interviews, and post special blog announcements.

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